Bob Dylan - Percy's Song

Bad news, bad news

Come to me where I sleep

Turn, turn, turn again

Sayin’ one of your friends

Is in trouble deep

Turn, turn to the rain

And the wind

Tell me the trouble

Tell once to my ear

Turn, turn, turn again

Joliet prison

And ninety-nine years

Turn, turn to the rain

And the wind

Oh what’s the charge

Of how this came to be

Turn, turn, turn again

Manslaughter

In the highest of degree

Turn, turn to the rain

And the wind

I sat down and wrote

The best words I could write

Turn, turn, turn again

Explaining to the judge

I’d be there on Wednesday night

Turn, turn to the rain

And the wind

Without a reply

I left by the moon

Turn, turn, turn again

And was in his chambers

By the next afternoon

Turn, turn to the rain

And the wind

Could ya tell me the facts?

I said without fear

Turn, turn, turn again

That a friend of mine

Would get ninety-nine years

Turn, turn to the rain

And the wind

A crash on the highway

Flew the car to a field

Turn, turn, turn again

There was four persons killed

And he was at the wheel

Turn, turn to the rain

And the wind

But I knew him as good

As I’m knowin’ myself

Turn, turn, turn again

And he wouldn’t harm a life

That belonged to someone else

Turn, turn to the rain

And the wind

The judge spoke

Out of the side of his mouth

Turn, turn, turn again

Sayin’, “The witness who saw

He left little doubt”

Turn, turn to the rain

And the wind

That may be true

He’s got a sentence to serve

Turn, turn, turn again

But ninety-nine years

He just don’t deserve

Turn, turn to the rain

And the wind

Too late, too late

For his case it is sealed

Turn, turn, turn again

His sentence is passed

And it cannot be repealed

Turn, turn to the rain

And the wind

But he ain’t no criminal

And his crime it is none

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What happened to him

Could happen to anyone

Turn, turn to the rain

And the wind

And at that the judge jerked forward

And his face it did freeze

Turn, turn, turn again

Sayin’, “Could you kindly leave

My office now, please”

Turn, turn to the rain

And the wind

Well his eyes looked funny

And I stood up so slow

Turn, turn, turn again

With no other choice

Except for to go

Turn, turn to the rain

And the wind

I walked down the hallway

And I heard his door slam

Turn, turn, turn again

I walked down the courthouse stairs

And I did not understand

Turn, turn to the rain

And the wind

And I played my guitar

Through the night to the day

Turn, turn, turn again

And the only tune

My guitar could play

Was, “Oh the Cruel Rain

And the Wind”